He remembers the harp in his pocket and the tune
to a time-winding blues. Baby, I’m tied to you

forever. I’m tied to you forever. I can’t quit you, baby.
I can’t even put you down. This tunnel looks like love

gone hurtling into darkness. Across the track
a couple nods, appreciating something they can’t

put their fingers on. He tucks the harp back in his pocket,
thinks to smile at her. It’s all quiet for awhile but the wind

& then

their train.